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Intrepidly neglected, of my lessened reasoning, I am dissected, of my insurrection, from the blessed beens of yesteryear's glints, dancing, parading, and burning, in layers, stages, and fazes, fading, and melting, the plastic faces into the smelting heap, that has come so far, just to inspire me. Always. Always you unto me, spiraling, indefinitely into the deep, where ceased is the times, with bloodied hands, and laugh lines, laughing one last time, while glancing toward my watch, under setting suns, and rising stars, smiling faces, and in tearful goodbyes, i realise The sky's limitlessness And in all the glory, and all the bliss, the eloquent stories, and the gentle drifts, my imagination uplifts, in wisps of gentleness, where i submit to reason. Bless-ed be, the one who garners to my support, from a vortex of euphoric antidotes, of mindless quotes, and animated emotes, pulsed, from straight faces, and lost hope. Ill tell the truth, you can go with nope, in whispered breaths of gun smoke, lathered in lith-dope. Just trying to cope with the flow, until i crash upon the shores of nevermore, and, explore these holes in my soul intent, ascending from the contempt of bent perspectives, and twisted concepts, letting the blood of the peasant from my arms of harmony, trembling blankly to sleep. To you a ***** to me tranquility, as i sink, into the world i knew, so that it may be seen, casing the well being, of all the things, and pixelated dreams, from a thieves keep. Deep, down, below me, in obscurity, i seep, through the soil of my turmoil, until my hand reaches out, from beyond my doubts, and clambers from the shadows, outside of myself. I am born, of mud, of muck, of the stuff, you're afraid of, and all i bare is love, love to shrug the shams astray, vacating the placation, and dichotomies, unifying light, into one me, shining in the rainy streets, of my deletion Until my completion Completely Erases me.
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Metamorphosis
Intrepidly neglected, of my lessened reasoning, I am dissected, of my insurrection, from the blessed beens of yesteryear's glints, dancing, parading, and burning, in layers, stages, and fazes, fading, and melting, the plastic faces into the smelting heap, that has come so far, just to inspire me. Always. Always you unto me, spiraling, indefinitely into the deep, where ceased is the times, with bloodied hands, and laugh lines, laughing one last time, while glancing toward my watch, under setting suns, and rising stars, smiling faces, and in tearful goodbyes, i realise The sky's limitlessness And in all the glory, and all the bliss, the eloquent stories, and the gentle drifts, my imagination uplifts, in wisps of gentleness, where i submit to reason. Bless-ed be, the one who garners to my support, from a vortex of euphoric antidotes, of mindless quotes, and animated emotes, pulsed, from straight faces, and lost hope. Ill tell the truth, you can go with nope, in whispered breaths of gun smoke, lathered in lith-dope. Just trying to cope with the flow, until i crash upon the shores of nevermore, and, explore these holes in my soul intent, ascending from the contempt of bent perspectives, and twisted concepts, letting the blood of the peasant from my arms of harmony, trembling blankly to sleep. To you a ***** to me tranquility, as i sink, into the world i knew, so that it may be seen, casing the well being, of all the things, and pixelated dreams, from a thieves keep. Deep, down, below me, in obscurity, i seep, through the soil of my turmoil, until my hand reaches out, from beyond my doubts, and clambers from the shadows, outside of myself. I am born, of mud, of muck, of the stuff, you're afraid of, and all i bare is love, love to shrug the shams astray, vacating the placation, and dichotomies, unifying light, into one me, shining in the rainy streets, of my deletion Until my completion Completely Erases me.
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Rain drops of you everywhere, Appearing and disappearing From sky to earth I cannot grab you but I feel your existence I see your form but only understand you as formless A hurricane of thoughts trap me, Puddles of you flood my heart Every step is one closer to you, And the more I see through you, The better I understand my essence Because when I look into the mirror, I see a road with no beginning or end A perfect circle Every memory of you unites inside of me A revelation of wisdom that we have no difference We are the same exact being Now you are pregnant with my future, My past is just a haunting ghost, Melodic words you compose, With a heart that emotes passion Two beats per bar An infinite number of bars You and me: One whole note Dissonance is the sound when we are alone Together we resolve to consonance We are fire and water as one Finally united peacefully
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Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
Man, Woman, and God
This feeling, leaves me speechless The thought of you on my mind Unable to reach that first kiss If only I could slow down time A bliss image of what I want in my arms This feeling of pain over powers me At the sight of your lovely charms Leaves me to blind to even see As if I am your sword and shield I'd fight for you with all my will With only my heart in my hands to wield Just the thought of that emotes a thrill I may not be the one who holds you heart But i'd protect it till my very last breath For this feeling shall not be torn apart Till the day I meet with Death My lips go numb, they've become weak My lungs gap for a widen breath When I look at you, I cannot speak
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
I cannot speak
Rhythm is poetic.. We all know how catharsis emotes, she purges, taps. She taps away at the keys and if the silence was not too loud you'd hear how the keys on this device create a beautiful kind of rhythm because she says rhythm is poetic and I am thinking of her, thoughts of how if I was ever granted the pleasure of seeing her ..holding her, these thoughts lead to how I imagine her smile would look like and how that would make my heart skip beats, how my heart would race and how beautiful the sound would be.. how I'd ask her to stand close enough to hear it say... rhythm is poetic, rhythm is poetic, rhythm is poetic, this beat, swaying her emotions, letting then run wild because, my heart beats at the tune she hummed, beat..boxed, Sophia Thakur did that.. not a single beat but three beautiful sounds connecting two beings.. two kindred spirits.  Rhythm is poetic, catharsis personified it, her smile and my heart danced to a beat under the stars with the stars creating constellations, beautiful constellations, creating seasons and the beat created the illusion of a fifth season. Our maker did with the heavens and the earth, we create our own little heaven in moments brought together by time, the stars, her smile, my hitching breath and my heartbeat.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
she said : " Rhythm is poetic "
She sits—left leg upon right, right hand resting in left, eyes closed, watching joy drift among sorrows; up one minute, down the next; a Ferris wheel of fear and loneliness, then moments of letting go; the brows furrowed and then a smile on her lips—the way a cellist emotes herself through Bach. Others have said to her that she is lucky to be so groundless, to be free of any misapprehension that life is perfect or that it will be easy. She knows better than that. And because she does, she can take the crests and the troughs as they come— a part of the ocean and not the wave.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Groundlessness
I’ll play this song for old times sake you’ll sing along again for old times sake missive melodies that never change our dissonant notes well overplayed we’ve become actors stuck in someone else’s play how’d we ever let life get this way what was once a rainbow is now only shades of grey the rhythm is lost in the tip-tap of your toes shuffling endlessly as if trying to escape run off with your feet only to be left in the street struggling to beat the light that’s already changed the scene adding a red glow that makes you look better anyway Can we keep the topic on dancing? as it emotes such a clean wholesome feeling that one can really lean on in troubles times, five four rounded out to seven eight Hurry **** you! We’re already late such an important recital giving in to improvisation as we are stripped of rank and title
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Catch The Rhythm
I love all good poems, and how they make me feel whole but deboned, de~parted, sometimes cleansed sometimes ***** sometimes ashamed, occasionally fried, occasionally enlived, often all of these, simultaneously I love how mine please you, breaking the knots of anonymity, unleashing the little white package strings of connection, and, when yours, make me guffaw, or even  a better, person-age, when we weep deep in our  recesses where the just-beneath-the-surface emotes, are pricked and brought to the surface, for the first time, or the last of time, exposed, curated, healed, leaving but a tiny sore, that lingers on the body's surfaces,where all things.are etched that are needy for a reminding of the when, and here, right there, is the where, but your loving of likes somehow dissatisfying, like a kiss, perfunctory, skullduggery or dis genuine, a hit and a move on,which is why, I treasure your comments, long or short, insightful or delightful, critical or critique(e), just a tender heart of appreciation, a snuggle from the sea, throned out of Jonah's whale... rounded bellicose belly but they render me alive, when they split and spit me, to you, you, to each, defined in pieces, gratitude nuggets, each, treasured, each hugged, each letter, a custom bespoke of  connectivity and who needs friends, when your words embrace me so deep repeat and touch me in places where my heart must follow on & on. now many poems you commission with every exposition. even the dimplest thanks is a vibrato of pleasuring sounds, that you, you, you, took that particular moment of time to express the heartfelt, destroys the invidious that does quiet creepily slides inside us,   saying I am your comforter false, but is not! use your words, that, they to the children teach; let us too embrace this honorific so terrific, and touch each other with comments, a sharing, and the sol shines on 'we two too, for all to seer and see
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Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
Sunday Reflection: I value people more than poems
I love all good poems, and how they make me feel whole but deboned, de~parted, sometimes cleansed sometimes ***** sometimes ashamed, occasionally fried, occasionally enlived, often all of these, simultaneously I love how mine please you, breaking the knots of anonymity, unleashing the little white package strings of connection, and, when yours, make me guffaw, or even  a better, person-age, when we weep deep in our  recesses where the just-beneath-the-surface emotes, are pricked and brought to the surface, for the first time, or the last of time, exposed, curated, healed, leaving but a tiny sore, that lingers on the body's surfaces,where all things.are etched that are needy for a reminding of the when, and here, right there, is the where, but your loving of likes somehow dissatisfying, like a kiss, perfunctory, skullduggery or dis genuine, a hit and a move on,which is why, I treasure your comments, long or short, insightful or delightful, critical or critique(e), just a tender heart of appreciation, a snuggle from the sea, throned out of Jonah's whale... rounded bellicose belly but they render me alive, when they split and spit me, to you, you, to each, defined in pieces, gratitude nuggets, each, treasured, each hugged, each letter, a custom bespoke of  connectivity and who needs friends, when your words embrace me so deep repeat and touch me in places where my heart must follow on & on. now many poems you commission with every exposition. even the dimplest thanks is a vibrato of pleasuring sounds, that you, you, you, took that particular moment of time to express the heartfelt, destroys the invidious that does quiet creepily slides inside us,   saying I am your comforter false, but is not! use your words, that, they to the children teach; let us too embrace this honorific so terrific, and touch each other with comments, a sharing, and the sol shines on 'we two too, for all to seer and see
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Burning red eyed glow Cool to your embers Blow smothering the flame Bonfire emotes in flame Blue oceans deep pass over your heat Let me sink in I've dove deep Your pools of blue Draw and drown Magnetic energy motorized within me I spark Hitherto never shocked White blinding light Disappear in the cloud Trampoline of cotton Take me higher, higher Show me wonder Don't drop me. For I will fall onto the green Grass won't stop this descent Bush won't cushion this fall Tree won't just impale Forest nights grow darker I'm lying down on my blanket Pressing into the lush Breathing nostrils tendril tickles Sink a half inch deeper into the bending saber tips Watch from your tower Rays of gold meld and procreate naturally Don't take my warmth and life Golden globular orb melting sloughing sliding down Un-fathomable happiness Limitless light life justice Ice cold depression Death wallow in grief When the mighty winks goodbye The black will rule Hades rises Hellish requiem depress souls Let the forms wander as empty husks Tombs line roads and no light to see them Take my vision hearing smelling Leave me warmth Even your red eyed glow I submit
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
The World
Trailers don't give away the entire plot. I've been watching for years As an active actor In various melodramas.         The good guy is clean shaven      Beneath the lather,      Emotes empathy,      And never snickers.      A straight shooter. The other guy needs a blade As cutting as sarcasm, And aims when you turn.      Then there's re-runs      Whose endings never change.      The prophet gets arrested.      Tara burns. Ice bergs floe.      I am under Lowry's volcanoe,      Or leaving Las Vegas.      28 Days is only two hours      Of wine and roses. The trailers just reveal enough To give me hope.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Trailers
Lines break               weirdly white   space   is   r a c i s t repetition emotes imagery crypt  ic  ally / intention ally dull erudition . . . pompous verbosity               rhymeless atrocity                       lines / break
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
Modern Verse is Madness
what is more gentle? than this pillow of the light? a life narrowing, in a bright feather dance that sweeps across the sea or covers our faces in shadows. where do you go when you leave me? now I am nocturnal, a bliss bandit, cooing at stars one thousand miles high. shaking like a tea kettle, I am the black *** black, shaking, shivering. Swallowing pieces of your light, in the back-room jungle where I sew, tears to the bottoms of my eyes, I know days, hours, one minute where I gambled time and stood behind you with my fingers on your shoulders and my mouth on your neck. What it takes to be apart, split in half, shucked from birth; it takes every thing I ever owned, every note I ever sang, each breath that I will make- some thought I stand up on, my knees quivering below me. five kinds of drugs just to see straight, to hold my hands steady or sleep at night. your lavender flavor is still in me. youth inside me. one. two. soaking in this forgotten city, Earth's heroes drifting away. I could never eat again, or cast a spell, or touch the same. while burning I may never stand on these same two feet again. Or answer an echoing voice From across the gloom Where nearness emotes itself And I freeze inside my own cacophony Of brilliant moods and total confusion. four years, a photograph. one voice, softening into my skin, that I may never forget. that this beard is of an old man, should I never count again blessings or songs. I dive into the flame and study this journey backwards. so I should never forget, everything so serious as this as youth and eves Three drops of cuteness Spilt against a human act of Being.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
What is more gentle?
what is more gentle? than this pillow of the light? a life narrowing, in a bright feather dance that sweeps across the sea or covers our faces in shadows. where do you go when you leave me? now I am nocturnal, a bliss bandit, cooing at stars one thousand miles high. shaking like a tea kettle, I am the black *** black, shaking, shivering. Swallowing pieces of your light, in the back-room jungle where I sew, tears to the bottoms of my eyes, I know days, hours, one minute where I gambled time and stood behind you with my fingers on your shoulders and my mouth on your neck. What it takes to be apart, split in half, shucked from birth; it takes every thing I ever owned, every note I ever sang, each breath that I will make- some thought I stand up on, my knees quivering below me. five kinds of drugs just to see straight, to hold my hands steady or sleep at night. your lavender flavor is still in me. youth inside me. one. two. soaking in this forgotten city, Earth's heroes drifting away. I could never eat again, or cast a spell, or touch the same. while burning I may never stand on these same two feet again. Or answer an echoing voice From across the gloom Where nearness emotes itself And I freeze inside my own cacophony Of brilliant moods and total confusion. four years, a photograph. one voice, softening into my skin, that I may never forget. that this beard is of an old man, should I never count again blessings or songs. I dive into the flame and study this journey backwards. so I should never forget, everything so serious as this as youth and eves Three drops of cuteness Spilt against a human act of Being.
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It’s this feeling I wait for: Perfection, Serenity. Every hour before now has no meaning to me An artificially sweetened, chemical world In a few moments breaths all begins to swirl. A whirl of mankind, a homogenous shape In an exact world, but in an altered state. As all that’s good and green goes up in gray smoke Everyone is magic and everything emotes. I can still identify, but in a different mind. This perfect serenity…I want it all the time.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
The Grass is Always Greener
The coming of Biden and Harris reminds me of one of the most beautiful and evocative songs ever sung, the first line of which goes something like this:  "If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair." It was written and composed by John Phillips and sung by Scott McKenzie. Implicit not only in its writing and composing, but also in its singing, this song emotes the most powerful message that can ever be delivered to and absorbed by humankind:  LOVE. I would have been in Haight-Ashbury in June, July, and August of 1967, but I was a patient at the famous Menninger Foundation at that time, the best help of its kind in the world, and expensive (my father was a rich). But it was my mother who finessed my way into Menninger’s, not my father. He wanted me to become an attorney on Wall Street and make millions (now billions). That is, after all, why he had gladly paid a fortune to send me to the best schools in the world:  Phillips Andover Academy (prep school) and Columbia College, Columbia University. I attended law school after college, but began to have problems sleeping that only grew worse during my first semester. The less sleep I got, the more difficult it was to study. Finally, I couldn’t sleep at all. I dropped out of law school right before first-semester finals, an act for which my father never forgave me.   But my sleepless nights continued even after I dropped out, which ******* up my mind and my life terribly. I had no idea why this was happening to me. If my mother had not surreptitiously intervened and got me into Menninger’s, I no doubt would not be writing this to you. Psychotherapy not only saved my life, but also allowed me, for the first time in my life, to realize I had feelings--my own feelings--my hopes, my dreams, my wishes, my needs. And after months, something magical happened when I unconsciously married my intellect with my new-found feelings:  out of me popped a poem, and I have remained a poet to this very day. What does what I’ve just shared with you have to do with Biden and Harris? The answer is that both brought, and now bring, great promise, great hope. Out of total darkness comes the bright light of a new beginning--a caring, a compassion, the lack thereof almost brought me to my death, and our nation, democratically speaking, to the same. Now there are, metaphorically speaking, flowers in our hair once more. TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
FLOWERS IN OUR HAIR
The coming of Biden and Harris reminds me of one of the most beautiful and evocative songs ever sung, the first line of which goes something like this:  "If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair." It was written and composed by John Phillips and sung by Scott McKenzie. Implicit not only in its writing and composing, but also in its singing, this song emotes the most powerful message that can ever be delivered to and absorbed by humankind:  LOVE. I would have been in Haight-Ashbury in June, July, and August of 1967, but I was a patient at the famous Menninger Foundation at that time, the best help of its kind in the world, and expensive (my father was a rich). But it was my mother who finessed my way into Menninger’s, not my father. He wanted me to become an attorney on Wall Street and make millions (now billions). That is, after all, why he had gladly paid a fortune to send me to the best schools in the world:  Phillips Andover Academy (prep school) and Columbia College, Columbia University. I attended law school after college, but began to have problems sleeping that only grew worse during my first semester. The less sleep I got, the more difficult it was to study. Finally, I couldn’t sleep at all. I dropped out of law school right before first-semester finals, an act for which my father never forgave me.   But my sleepless nights continued even after I dropped out, which ******* up my mind and my life terribly. I had no idea why this was happening to me. If my mother had not surreptitiously intervened and got me into Menninger’s, I no doubt would not be writing this to you. Psychotherapy not only saved my life, but also allowed me, for the first time in my life, to realize I had feelings--my own feelings--my hopes, my dreams, my wishes, my needs. And after months, something magical happened when I unconsciously married my intellect with my new-found feelings:  out of me popped a poem, and I have remained a poet to this very day. What does what I’ve just shared with you have to do with Biden and Harris? The answer is that both brought, and now bring, great promise, great hope. Out of total darkness comes the bright light of a new beginning--a caring, a compassion, the lack thereof almost brought me to my death, and our nation, democratically speaking, to the same. Now there are, metaphorically speaking, flowers in our hair once more. TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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She is covered in angel-skin & her fragrance is of lilac. I frolic playfully in her open fields & she yields so willingly. Whispering a siren's voice, she hypnotizes me, her taste of wildflower-honey soothes my parched throat, she emotes pure love. Her touch is dreamy, I get lost in her grip, her lips sizzle grace, possesses a face of rarest beauty I kiss. Pools of comfort she does make & I ache for her constantly to quench my burning ***** we are joined at the hip. You should see her, Heaven from above does exist down here on Earth. O yes, I confess she is!
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
Heaven Does Exist On Earth (Angel-Skin)
So, grasshopper.... What is love / to someone who is complaining? Screaming. Wailing /  Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding Or commanding Bounded feet Pushing. Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business Pushing. Dumbfoundedly Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning? Not knowing /  Rather assuming or presuming To speak not for himself Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god What is it without making / any sense? / Having no reason? What is love if only a word / Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs So to speak / a word / whispers... Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced / Word up /  Another billboard's Loud propaganda "Unt wonderbar sinfully delicious" You will OBEY Says snickers / Harangue of commands The replete of a single word / repeat "Believe" On and on / carrying calm And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath Vampyric      Parasitic     Abuzz Without purpose but swarm Wasted waning /  Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice Cherish just a starving word So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept distant. Unproven / underserved The point is moot / What is love  / To you? Without proof Without life What are eyes without the light ? What is love if nothing /  If never born A mind Emotes  /  oceans / swells / Love .... The tiniest of tempests One thought becomes a storm Felt Like dreams /  Stars for diamond tears Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here? No doubt It is to know love And so... What is a good word?     Truth (the word of god) Namaste The eyes wordlessly say Love light: Our beautiful day. With every storm loud with thunder A serenity found /  Amidst All Life's blunders So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found. Finally seeing the awe and the wonder. The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream breathless heart you must plunder. Fight fire not with fire, but with water that which you can have but cannot hold... and what is love if not sharing a drink like every storm we all are wet underneath like every heart must sometimes think we will wake already ashore inhale this gift - the perfect time is now because this is love, grasshopper and we are the tempest the hearts who think... This must be love having been given everything? my cup is filled by heaven's rain no fear of death, but war and pain... the storm swims with / in / you. But you're a beautiful day.
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
THE TINIEST OF TEMPESTS
So, grasshopper.... What is love / to someone who is complaining? Screaming. Wailing /  Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding Or commanding Bounded feet Pushing. Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business Pushing. Dumbfoundedly Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning? Not knowing /  Rather assuming or presuming To speak not for himself Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god What is it without making / any sense? / Having no reason? What is love if only a word / Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs So to speak / a word / whispers... Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced / Word up /  Another billboard's Loud propaganda "Unt wonderbar sinfully delicious" You will OBEY Says snickers / Harangue of commands The replete of a single word / repeat "Believe" On and on / carrying calm And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath Vampyric      Parasitic     Abuzz Without purpose but swarm Wasted waning /  Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice Cherish just a starving word So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept distant. Unproven / underserved The point is moot / What is love  / To you? Without proof Without life What are eyes without the light ? What is love if nothing /  If never born A mind Emotes  /  oceans / swells / Love .... The tiniest of tempests One thought becomes a storm Felt Like dreams /  Stars for diamond tears Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here? No doubt It is to know love And so... What is a good word?     Truth (the word of god) Namaste The eyes wordlessly say Love light: Our beautiful day. With every storm loud with thunder A serenity found /  Amidst All Life's blunders So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found. Finally seeing the awe and the wonder. The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream breathless heart you must plunder. Fight fire not with fire, but with water that which you can have but cannot hold... and what is love if not sharing a drink like every storm we all are wet underneath like every heart must sometimes think we will wake already ashore inhale this gift - the perfect time is now because this is love, grasshopper and we are the tempest the hearts who think... This must be love having been given everything? my cup is filled by heaven's rain no fear of death, but war and pain... the storm swims with / in / you. But you're a beautiful day.
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if you love me, please realize there's more to what I say you just have to look behind my eyes. for words uttered on my lips, and written from my fingertips may be misconstrued by societal pressure and expectation, but these baby blues tell no lies. and if I love you? you will know. you'll feel me deep within your soul, you'll find me peaking out beneath warm sheets and laying dormant in grey streets. you'll feel me catch in your throat, like whiskey or cigarette smoke or within the ushering sense of calm patchouli and sage emotes. ash to ash, among waves and wind we'll float, high above the rain and treetops for tonight, the world is our ocean, and the clouds our boat.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
float
i call to the masses to seek their light their keystrokes, emotes, and other insights that make this place what it is and where it will go because we don't know where. we take it there the longest poem ever written is a poem in which we will create as humans line by line, each one never better than the last only different because it calls a different consciousness home. it calls a different person home. if we all added a line,one by one, we could create magic we cold create the infinite knowledge Won't you do this with me world?
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
myIdea
So, grasshopper.... What is love / to someone who is complaining? Screaming. Wailing /  Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding Or commanding Bounded feet Pushing. Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business Pushing. Dumbfounded yet Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning? Not knowing /  Rather assuming or presuming To speak not for himself Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god What is it without making / any sense? / Having no reason? What is love if only a word / Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs So to speak / a word / whispers... Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced / Word up /  Another billboard's Loud propaganda "Unt wonder-bar sinfully delicious" You will OBEY Says snickers / Harangue of commands The replete of a single word / repeat "Believe" On and on / carrying calm And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath Vampiric      Parasitic     Abuzz Without purpose but swarm Wasted waning /  Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice Cherish just a starving word So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept distant. Unproven / underserved The point is moot / What is love  / To you? Without proof Without life What are eyes without the light ? What is love if nothing /  If never born A mind Emotes  /  oceans / swells / Love .... The tiniest of tempests One thought becomes a storm Felt Like dreams /  Stars for diamond tears Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here? No doubt It is to know love And so... What is a good word?     Truth (the word of god) So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found. Finally seeing the awe and the wonder. The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream the heart you must plunder. the perfect time is now because this is love, grasshopper and we are the tempest and peace the hearts who think... This must be love Thank goodness/  for everything….
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 5:48 AM UTC
Tiniest of Tempests
So, grasshopper.... What is love / to someone who is complaining? Screaming. Wailing /  Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding Or commanding Bounded feet Pushing. Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business Pushing. Dumbfounded yet Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning? Not knowing /  Rather assuming or presuming To speak not for himself Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god What is it without making / any sense? / Having no reason? What is love if only a word / Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs So to speak / a word / whispers... Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced / Word up /  Another billboard's Loud propaganda "Unt wonder-bar sinfully delicious" You will OBEY Says snickers / Harangue of commands The replete of a single word / repeat "Believe" On and on / carrying calm And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath Vampiric      Parasitic     Abuzz Without purpose but swarm Wasted waning /  Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice Cherish just a starving word So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept distant. Unproven / underserved The point is moot / What is love  / To you? Without proof Without life What are eyes without the light ? What is love if nothing /  If never born A mind Emotes  /  oceans / swells / Love .... The tiniest of tempests One thought becomes a storm Felt Like dreams /  Stars for diamond tears Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here? No doubt It is to know love And so... What is a good word?     Truth (the word of god) So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found. Finally seeing the awe and the wonder. The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream the heart you must plunder. the perfect time is now because this is love, grasshopper and we are the tempest and peace the hearts who think... This must be love Thank goodness/  for everything….
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Poet dances song in quietude our dreams throng down huckleberry roads Unscripted spoken motions Mosaic heart emotes Hope As he composed Faces glow so connect the dots those consumed disposed Knowing we're not broken But in the art we form as one whole - our garden grows... Poet paints love with understated eloquence visions of war never-was with every tear an ocean with every dream a peace all seedling springs. Poet grants wish Dances in the street laughter as he weeps beauty is what we all seek to lovingly keep evergreen and free.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
Pan
Emotions change constantly. I experience a wave of the new. From happy, sad, anger. At least that's what i thought. I saw them, these disparate faces. All trying to claim my personality. I thought and tried to protect it. But really it's a sin. A sin to be because it obliterates the self myself. And such a sin imperils reality itself. So i let go of the personality. Finally to lay bare whats free. Because in the truth i'm not a disposition. I am just being. Confused in a social box of response. In feeling these untruths. Which are promoted as rectitude. But they are just emotions, nothing more. These emotions are not me. The personality is nothing as well. NO- THING It hurts when you first realize that. But then you see that the hurt is fake as well. So inner demons exist. But they always shatter too. It's all a jumbled mess. So to escape the mind brings me harmony. And with that i decamp. Then openly i may find peace. Because a constantly moving mind can drive you nuts. It's like a prison, as the mind continues to create. With no bounds or limitations but the penitentiary is really only there when the personality exists. But is letting go of personality Crazy? As you become what they call "weird" to let go and be who you really are requires courage. "civilization" creating personality so let it go. and to let go of that. Is to let of the false fellowship. So is it worth it? I think yes. To save yourself and to get rid of social and mental dis-ease. You have to let go. I have to be free. Free from the box of emotes presented. as that i can feel it all. And who i am. To express to be open. To those in society this is wacko. But it doesn't matter. Because they are all trapped in temperament. I am moving to be free from. the curse. The same curse i mentioned earlier. which kills you through rationalization. So I've seen and accepted the faces. I met them face to face ear to ear. I heard them in person. and i saw who they wanted me. to be. I saw what they wanted others to see. But i'm not doing that. Imma be me. I'm not doing that. Imma be me. To be me is to accept it all. I accepted the past. I accepted the now and future and let go of it all. I was ready to experience truth to see the authenticity of everything. To lie in authenticity and to be alone. To not be alone in thoughts. To not be together with others in public. But to be alone outside of that trip. There are many ways to go and the way is around thee. In the whirlwind that encapsulates the soul. So i can let it go. Confusing eh? Being awake for the first time in life Moving on around the inner light. The inner openings of strife/sacrifice and seeing that the light is not inner or out. Instead it's beyond and together. And finally i made it to that point. Where the mind is gone and soul too. So that u could touch what is wise, open, and true. I can feel it all and be me. Not tainted by the falseness of society's fake emotions. Instead, feeling them in their truth seeing their vulnerable nature and truly connecting and discerning not going and becoming. Instead just being be to be see to see me to me. And finally, i can whisper its name. Not fortitude's essence and flavor. I can live not brilliantly or in mediocrity I can be to be. And it's crazy. be to be that is crazy but it's truth and it's really free.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
It Is
Emotions change constantly. I experience a wave of the new. From happy, sad, anger. At least that's what i thought. I saw them, these disparate faces. All trying to claim my personality. I thought and tried to protect it. But really it's a sin. A sin to be because it obliterates the self myself. And such a sin imperils reality itself. So i let go of the personality. Finally to lay bare whats free. Because in the truth i'm not a disposition. I am just being. Confused in a social box of response. In feeling these untruths. Which are promoted as rectitude. But they are just emotions, nothing more. These emotions are not me. The personality is nothing as well. NO- THING It hurts when you first realize that. But then you see that the hurt is fake as well. So inner demons exist. But they always shatter too. It's all a jumbled mess. So to escape the mind brings me harmony. And with that i decamp. Then openly i may find peace. Because a constantly moving mind can drive you nuts. It's like a prison, as the mind continues to create. With no bounds or limitations but the penitentiary is really only there when the personality exists. But is letting go of personality Crazy? As you become what they call "weird" to let go and be who you really are requires courage. "civilization" creating personality so let it go. and to let go of that. Is to let of the false fellowship. So is it worth it? I think yes. To save yourself and to get rid of social and mental dis-ease. You have to let go. I have to be free. Free from the box of emotes presented. as that i can feel it all. And who i am. To express to be open. To those in society this is wacko. But it doesn't matter. Because they are all trapped in temperament. I am moving to be free from. the curse. The same curse i mentioned earlier. which kills you through rationalization. So I've seen and accepted the faces. I met them face to face ear to ear. I heard them in person. and i saw who they wanted me. to be. I saw what they wanted others to see. But i'm not doing that. Imma be me. I'm not doing that. Imma be me. To be me is to accept it all. I accepted the past. I accepted the now and future and let go of it all. I was ready to experience truth to see the authenticity of everything. To lie in authenticity and to be alone. To not be alone in thoughts. To not be together with others in public. But to be alone outside of that trip. There are many ways to go and the way is around thee. In the whirlwind that encapsulates the soul. So i can let it go. Confusing eh? Being awake for the first time in life Moving on around the inner light. The inner openings of strife/sacrifice and seeing that the light is not inner or out. Instead it's beyond and together. And finally i made it to that point. Where the mind is gone and soul too. So that u could touch what is wise, open, and true. I can feel it all and be me. Not tainted by the falseness of society's fake emotions. Instead, feeling them in their truth seeing their vulnerable nature and truly connecting and discerning not going and becoming. Instead just being be to be see to see me to me. And finally, i can whisper its name. Not fortitude's essence and flavor. I can live not brilliantly or in mediocrity I can be to be. And it's crazy. be to be that is crazy but it's truth and it's really free.
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balled up wallowing a fountain inside Initiated with impatient fingers the sky rolls and lingers hit play as i lay splayed with the stereo man with the mic emotes notes spilling out the vile feelin' vetted as the pressure built to a busting must release and people look more like collective needs to me embodied by vampires looking for flesh embroidered in a summer dress buckets of plasma refusing to leak as we speak in quotients calibrated by these lovely potions zyban in my right hand smoke loud til its ******* right, man looming over my brothers dead body like who came to watch me? like who came who came to watch me?
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
gaffed outta the grave
Cigar cutter arms Reaching, ever reaching But are they mine Or yours? There’s nothing to do There’s nothing I can do Just leave me to myself He emotes so hard It’s so hard to emote Slammed doors Shut mind Heavy with pain In his knees In his brain Pulls him under Waves crashing, crunching My body Keeps getting thinner He holds my head under He is a strong swimmer I attempt to align my aches with his For every one of his nightmares I have a memory For every panic attack A physical assault I consider propping up his bruises with my scars We could build a church Or a bar Structured out of bullet holes Supported by columns of razor burns I buy a plane ticket instead I build wings from all my tickets I build a house, a home, a car, a manicured lawn A husband, 2.4 kids, a dog, memberships with Al-Anon And yet I still have leftovers To share With all the angels of this city But oh, what a pity That audacity Is not the same as love Diseased pigeons don’t count as doves He said, “Baby, it’s all in your head” I said, “Yeah, well, that’s what I’m afraid of.” I am a runaway woman-girl on the loose Dodge bullets, dodge compliments Slide out of my noose There’s nothing I can’t do I’ll just leave you to yourself I’ll just leave you I am notorious Notoriously hard to get I will always be the girl who finds a way The woman who gets her way The one who got away Just in time
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
A Way
Poet dances song in quietude our dreams throng down huckleberry roads Unscripted spoken motion Mosaic heart emotes Hope As he composed Faces glow so connect the dots those consumed disposed Knowing we're not broken But in the art we form as one whole - our garden grows... Poet paints love with understated eloquence visions of war neverwas with every tear an ocean with every dream a peace a seedling springs. Poet grants wish Dances in the street laughter as he weeps beauty is what we seek to lovingly keep evergreen and free.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
PAN
The light it emotes The powerful vibes it shows The beauty flying high On this, the Full Moon, up in the sky
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Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 7:48 PM UTC
Full Moon